Such a field of flowers, he does stumble upon by chance, and he vents a soft sigh when he sees them. They were so beautiful to him before, and truly they still are, but not for the perceived dangers they present. It's not lost on him that he might only be seeing this as a threat due to his own past experiences, and maybe this is what Cybertron needs to help everyone come back together again and bond and work together under a common cause - moreso than they had. For all he knows, the planet itself created them for just that reason, but he's having a hard time seeing past it.

What he isn't having difficulty seeing is the humanoid figure standing in with those flowers, looking at one upon her - he guesses it's a female - hand. Something brought them all here for some purpose, but he hadn't ever seen it bring about a non-Cybertronian. She looked... almost human, but not quite.

Truth be told, Jetstorm wasn't entirely sure she was human. Either way, he would approach this with care. She didn't look like she was in any danger, but she might be affected. He didn't want to fight her, but he might need to run.

"Hello?"